Date: Thu, 4 Sep 2003 19:19:55 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: CAMPING CAPERS WITH MY GRANDPA (Installment 11)

This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.

Moreover, none of the actions of the characters in this story is presented
with the intent to condone, approve, or sanction their behavior.

The above-expressed disclaimer also does apply to any and all installments
of this story, including those preceding and following this installment.

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please feel free to email me at: KissAndCuddleGem@AOL.COM; and I will most
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Granted, timing often is everything.  Yet, Kenny, Jr. himself, a bit naive
to say the least, was very much living in the moment and preoccupied with
himself, perhaps arguably extremely self-absorbed.  At the same time, his
Uncle Jeff and Grandpa Steve were vying for him very much like the coveted
blue ribbon prize at a county fair.

Dinner was over with almost as quickly as it had begun.  Grandpa Steve
found that his paternal instinct was pretty much coming to the surface and
yet at the same time he definitely wanted nothing more than to make love to
his grandson for the very first time, wanted nothing more than to savor the
lad as "dessert".

Within an hour, Kenny, Jr. and his grandfather were back in Kenny Jr.'s
room.  Grandpa Steve once again began to lick his lips, all the while
thinking about undressing while lying on Kenny, Jr.'s bed, his grandson's
back turned toward him most of the time.

Kenny, Jr., mustering his courage, took a deep breath and began to unload.
Sordid detail after detail was exposed.  Grandpa Steve, well-aware of his
own sordid chapter in the "family history", was nonetheless genuinely
shocked.  He was trying to absorb just what it all means: His own son
having a sexual relationship with his grandson, his son's own son.  What
made it even harder for him to understand was that Jeff, for whatever
reason, had elected not to share anything with his father about what had
gone on between Kenny, Sr. and their father's father.

Within moments, Grandpa Steve was completely stretched out on the twin
made, baffled by what he was told and yet at the same time semi-hard and
very much aroused by the details of what he heard.  Kenny, Jr. began to sob
uncontrollably and ran into his grandpa's arms, screeching: "I mean, you
know this is not my doing, right?  I mean I just want to have a dad who is
truly a dad to me, not a dad who only wants to be a lover to me, nothing
more?"

The atmosphere was very much reminiscent of some antiquated melodrama, a
real-life soap opera, that is until Jeff, visibly drunk, bursted into the
room and began kissing and licking the nape of Kenny, Jr.'s neck.  Grandpa
Steve was literally speechless and Jeff, slurring his words, in an almost
inaudible tone, was repeating over and over: "Kenny, Jr., you are mine, all
mine; and you cannot have him, Dad, not now, not ever."  Kenny, Jr. began
to kiss Jeff firmly on the lips and in seconds their tongues were
intertwined, as a shocked Grandpa Steve looked on and, as reality gradually
set in, thought about his next move.